My funny, funny middle son - the one we sometimes call our little Isaac because the name means "laughter" - has recently acquired the, um, skill, of scrunching up his face to make us laugh. I usually tell him to stop stretching his skin, but the truth is that he looks pretty darn funny and I can't help giggling.
Cute and nonscrunchy:
Scrunchy:
BTW, that's hubby on our computer in the background of the top pic. Now y'all kind of know where I'm sitting as I write this. Oooh, creepy.
